Chapter 33: The Waterfall Hot Spring

In the modern world, there would have been no doubt.

But in the Beast World, she could not be certain...

The females here looked exactly like ordinary human women. They could mate with males and give birth to young beastfolk, so what about her...?

The water in the pool was hot, but even so, when Ling Yinyin thought of this, she broke out in gooseflesh.

No... she simply could not accept it.

The mere thought of forming a bond with some beastman and giving birth to an animal nearly drove her to the brink of collapse.

If they could seize the final blow, then even if Xuan Kong absorbed most of the Corpse General's energy, they would still be able to absorb a considerable amount.

“That is indeed the case. We have yet to settle down, so there is no need for us to consider having children just yet. Still, thank you, Divine Physician Huang, for your advice.” Yuan Junxian lowered his eyes. His face revealed nothing, but his tone was somewhat stiff.

He blinked, shook his heavy head to dispel some of the dizziness, and gradually regained consciousness as the sharp scent of menthol oil reached the tip of his nose.

This gigantic mantis was covered from head to toe in metallic insect armor. Its enormous compound eyes, as large as lanterns, tracked the giant hound racing wildly below. Someone with keen eyes noticed that the razor-sharp forelimb, hard as steel and shaped like a serrated great blade, bore a crack in its armor. The shriek it emitted was caused by the pain in that limb.

In midair, the former emperor’s face twisted hideously. “How is that possible? How could you have cultivated the Eye of Forbidden Spirits?”

The village chief had never imagined that the entire An family would consist of such consummate actors. They were far too good at putting on an act. For An Xia not to have suffered at the hands of such a family was already remarkable. At last, he understood why she had insisted on severing ties with them. A family like that was not to be touched—a household full of vile bastards.

The war chariot ridden by Chu Qingya was vastly superior in performance to these vehicles, so it did not take long for him to catch up with them.

As he spoke, Luo Ji lowered the knife, then glanced toward the iron rack on the other side and picked up a broad cleaver whose spine was lined with iron rings.

Ji Longjun had never thought there was anything wrong with Boundless Immortal Elder or Huang Duner’s teachings, nor did he believe either man to possess any flaw in character or morality. Yet after hearing Huo Changmen’s words, Ji Longjun clearly felt that Huo Changmen’s explanation was more illuminating, and closer to the essence of martial arts.

The steadiness and speed with which she had administered the needles—and those two pills that had appeared out of nowhere? Yes, out of nowhere. If he had merely failed to notice the first one, then before the second pill appeared he had carefully examined An Xia’s trouser pockets several times. They were flat and empty. How could another pill possibly have been concealed inside?

In his eyes, the earth beneath Blood Demon City slowly peeled away, revealing four ocher dragons of earth winding for thousands upon thousands of miles toward the ground beneath Shock Demon City, supplying divine power and gathering fortune.

Upon hearing this, Yin Feng’s brows drew together. As expected, wherever there were people, there would be divisions of power—and behind those divisions, countless battles, with rivers of blood flowing in their wake.

“How is it? Has your true energy recovered?” Li Lanfeng was unusually gracious today. He was in no hurry to attack while Ning Hai was still in poor condition. Perhaps his confidence had swollen, and he firmly believed he could defeat him.

Then he switched to several other forms of power. Even the power of light could not hold it back. Fire and lightning endured somewhat longer, but they too were ultimately unable to stop it.

“If I am destined to bear the shadows, then I shall gain the light as well. Otherwise, how could I possibly bear the burden of Azeroth?” As he spoke, Locke placed the Silver Hand upon his arm. In an instant, a surge of divine power coursed through Locke’s body.

“Let this world perish completely. The history of this planet spanning countless millions of years will ultimately become nothing more than nourishment for me.” As N’Zoth spoke, his immense body writhed across the ground, leaving behind a trail of black filth each time it moved.

He reached the mouth of the valley, looked back into the distance, and let out a low sigh. Then he sprinted toward the academy.